Fuu Keeps Fighting

Fuu refused. She refused to give into despair. She had failed the Bravos, but she refused to give up. She would save her friends, cure them of whatever corruption that had taken them, and then beg for their forgiveness.

Fuu moved, causing the shaman to put his full weight on her weapon and shift his staff toward her, but Fuu wasn’t going for her weapon.

The gnarled wood of the Shaman’s staff wasn’t as well maintained or well crafted as Fuu’s own, but the rough texture made it easy to grip. Fuu ripped the staff from the wizened Gnoll’s hands and twisted, smashing the glowing staff into the Chieftain’s face. The force of the blow shattered the staff and knocked the Chieftain away and out of Fuu.

Without the Chieftain holding her, Fuu’s lower body fell to the floor. Fuu gripped the earth as she threw herself at her weapon. She grabbed the balded staff and spun up to a crouch with her weapon in front of her. Her legs shook under her own weight, her orgasm still sapping their strength.

The Chieftain’s lust filled gaze had shifted over to anger again as the previous spell faded from him. Fuu turned slightly to keep the Shaman in sight as well. Even without his staff, he could still be dangerous. Fuu would have to take out these leaders and hope that she had enough to beat or scare off the others.

The Shaman wouldn’t be a problem though, as he was already laying dead on the floor. The Chieftain and Fuu turned as one to see what had caused this sudden turn of fortune.